2020-06-08
Oranssi Pazuzu
Mestarin Kynsi

It's frustratingly difficult to find metal that sounds truly new. (Not "nu"). So much of the genre seems to be built on lateral movement rather than forward movement, x-meets-y, dialing this aspect up and this aspect down, mixing this sub genre with this sub genre, referencing the guitar style of this old band with the vocals of that old band. This certainly works every now and then—nothing Blood Incantation did on their last album was particularly new, yet it's already a modern classic—but for the most part it makes sifting through new metal releases a joyless chore. But then once every few years you find Oranssi Pazuzu.

I guess there are references here—Can? Nine Inch Nails? Pink Floyd? Ministry? Soft Machine? Kraftwerk? Black Sabbath? Slint? Depeche Mode?—but they forge it into something. It's dark, it's sinister, it moves forward with a ceaseless pulse, even in its quiet moments. It's just barely metal. In just the first minute, you've already been transported and hypnotized, elated that your joyless digging has finally paid off.

And then the vocals come in, and it's like fucking Skeletor is choking on a hot dog. It's infuriating. Here is a band that's doing something, making new music within the world of metal. But these vocals are absolute C-grade black metal nonsense. Fully tuneless, usually out of sync with the music, adding absolutely nothing—and worst of all, not breaking any rules of the genre. It's a guy doing a silly voice.

This album is still a fulfilling listen, because everything surrounding those vocals is rich, enveloping, and beautiful. And I'd love to see Oranssi Pazuzu live to see how they unfold this stuff. But shit, for a metal band who has finally stopped caring about being a metal band, it's depressing that they couldn't take that final step.

2021-05-10
Bistro EloiseQueens
Croque madame

If you came to visit me in New York and I told you I was taking you to a quaint little French bistro, and then you looked around at the parking lot and the PetCo and Modell's and dialysis place and the bad pizza place and the worse Chinese place and ask me why I've taken you to this godawful strip mall in the middle of Queens. There's a very good chance you won't even see the quaint little French bistro in the corner, between the grocery store and the dental office. But then you'll eat your croque madame and French onion soup and mushroom chicken crepe and say "Yeah that was pretty good, but maybe let's go somewhere a little less depressing next time."

2021-05-10
The JinManhattan
Korean fried chicken

It was mostly happenstance that I ended up eating at The Jin, over kinda in Hell's Kitchen. Korean fried chicken, a small bit of other Korean fare, chill place, pretty standard, nothing to see here. The chicken was pretty dang good, but again, nothing out of the ordinary as far as these places go, nothing to see here.

But the next day. I tell you, this was probably the best leftover cold chicken wing I've ever had. They just held up perfectly overnight, didn't dry out or thicken up like wings tend to do. Dang good leftover wing.